A Woman Is Only Half Of Something

Get Too Conceptual, Too Cute And Remote, And Your Characters Die On The Page.

Idle Dreaming Is Often Of The Essence Of What We Do.

All Investigations Of Time, However Sophisticated Or Abstract, Have At Their True Base The Human Fear Of Mortality.

All The Animals, The Plants, The Minerals, Even Other Kinds Of Men, Are Being Broken And Reassembled Every Day, To Preserve An Elite Few, Who Are The Loudest To Theorize On Freedom, But The Least Free Of All.

Someday It'll All Be Done By Machine. Information Machines.